by Stella Rhys
“It’s a unisex employee’s bathroom,” he corrected, his gaze traveling leisurely up my legs. “And I’m pretty sure you’re not an employee.”
“How do you know that for sure?” I challenged.
“Because I would’ve remembered you,” he replied as his eyes landed back on me.
Ugh, fine.
I had been biting it back till this point, but fuck it, I finally let go of my grin. I was officially charmed, my heart skipping a beat as I watched the stranger’s lake blue eyes fall gently onto my mouth. When he looked back up at me, a curious frown pinched his brow.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Evie,” I lied.
“Evie,” he repeated.
His stare was still glued on me as my own trailed down the vein snaking from his tricep to his thick forearm. I imagined that vein twitching as he did everything from open jars to roll up sleeves to lift giant weights at the gym. I also might’ve pictured those forearms flexing as he lifted girls by the backs of their thighs and pinned them up against the wall, but that fantasy was fleeting.
And by fleeting, I mean I forced it out of my head because if my panties got any wetter, they might very well slide off my body.
“Hey.” There was a laugh in his voice. “Still with me?”
My eyes fluttered up at his question, and only then did I realize he’d been talking to me during the entirety of my ogling.
“Sorry – what?” I asked hastily.
“Nothing, I was just asking what finally brought you to this club tonight,” he chuckled. “Nothing urgent – just your shitty, run-of-the-mill small talk to hide the fact that I can’t stop staring at you.”
Oh. I raked my little grin between my teeth as our eyes gleamed like fucking stars at each other. God, what was happening? I’d known this guy all of twelve seconds yet the sexual tension was through the roof. I could practically hear the spark of electricity between us. It was nothing I’d ever felt before.
Then again, he is shirtless and beautiful, I reasoned with myself. And his first glance at you did involve extreme boob grabbing, so of course you’re both thinking about sex. Dirty… sweaty… bite-his-shoulder, claw-his-back kind of sex. All things considered, totally expected – but for the love of God, change the topic already.
My mind raced as I rewound the conversation back to his mundane question about what had brought me to the club tonight.
“I have insomnia,” I blurted, watching Eight Pack lift an eyebrow. “And dancing is one of two things that gets me thoroughly tired.”
He tilted his head to the side.
“Come again?”
I blushed at myself.
“Sorry. Going back to your question about what brought me here tonight… I have insomnia and a fairly important thing at work tomorrow morning that involves getting my picture taken, so basically, I need sleep and I’m pretty much here tonight so I can tire myself out,” I explained, waiting for that sexy laugh – for him to tease or ridicule me.
But he gave no reaction.
Instead, he studied me, letting silence fill the room for several seconds before flashing a smirk.
“I could tire you out,” he said.
The huskiness of his voice went straight to my clit.
Easy, I pleaded with my imagination. I really didn’t need more mental pictures of what this guy looked like naked and pinning me down on his bed. Any more squirming or blushing and he’d know that he had me tempted, and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t just hook up with some random guy at a club. Despite how unbelievably hot he was, and how unbelievably hot he’d gotten me in about three seconds, it just wasn’t a thing that I did.
“Sorry.” A wry smile twisted my lips. “But I think I have to decline.”
“Of course you have to,” he grinned. “Whether you want to is the question.”
“In that case, I plead the fifth.”
“Why not just take what you want?” he laughed. “I do it all the time, and let me tell you, it’s a great way to live.”
I snorted. “I just don’t go home with strangers.”
He glanced to the side. “Fine. Then I’ll tire you out over the sink.”
Fuck.
I couldn’t help glancing over at the sink as well. One tiny look and I was already imagining his hard chest pressed against my back and his big hands filling themselves with my tits, squeezing them relentlessly till I cried out. I could practically hear his gravelly voice growling dirty, sexy filth in my ear as he gripped my hips and pumped into me from behind. Yeah, he’s definitely huge, I decided, not even realizing that I’d closed my eyes till his voice made them flutter open again.
“Now that’s just fucked up,” he said, serious despite a curt laugh.
Tipping his chin up, he drew a hand across his perfect jaw, his face a mixture of annoyance and arousal as he looked down his perfect nose at me. I swallowed.
“What is?”
“You making that lusty little ‘fuck me’ face right now.”
I breathed out a laugh. “Was I?”
“I don’t know. Your cheeks got nice and pink and you were sucking on your lip like it was candy. Is that the face you make when you want to get fucked?” he asked, his question flooding me with heat.
“No.” I lied. “I just do that sometimes.”
“Well, don’t do it now,” he muttered. “Not unless you want me to pull that little skirt up your thighs and make you come all over my mouth.”
Holy…
Shit.
I was speechless as he smirked.
“You’re doing it again.”
“What? The fuck-me face?” I choked breathlessly, my entire body on fire. “Sorry. Can’t really help it when you’re standing there without a shirt on and telling me you’re going to lick my pussy till I come.”
“Christ.” His jaw tightened as a low growl rumbled from his chest. “Did I say those exact words?” he asked, arousal thick in his voice.
“No,” I sputtered hotly, suddenly embarrassed that I’d dropped the word “pussy” right in front of a stranger. “But you implied. So I deduced.”
“Right,” he grinned as his eyebrows pulled tight. “Are we fighting, by the way? Because if we are, it’s getting me even harder than I was when you first walked out squeezing the hell out of those perfect tits.” He laughed as my jaw dropped. “What? You can say pussy but I can’t say tits?”
“Now you’re just trying to rile me up.”
“No, you’ve been riled up. You’re just trying to pretend otherwise because you don’t want to believe that some stranger at a club is actually tempting you to break whatever rule you have about one-night stands.”
I glared at his self-satisfied smirk, letting the silence stretch between us till it felt almost deafening. He broke it with a laugh.
“I meant to ask, by the way – what was the other thing?” he asked.
“What?”
“You said that dancing was one of two things that got you actually tired. What was the other thing?”
Fuck, I cursed, our stares locked tight as I sucked on my bottom lip. Sex is the other thing, I answered silently as he gave that low chuckle. Crazy, sweaty, eight-pack sex. You asshole.
I wasn’t sure how, but he already knew the damned answer, so rather than say it I simply swallowed the knot in my throat. Holding my hair off the blazing hot back of my neck, I tried to reconcile the fact that I was about to do something crazy.
“I can have my driver outside in a minute if you want to get out of here,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming at me.
I was still chewing my lip, and it took a good few moments to find my words. But when I did, they came out without the slightest tremor.
“Fine. Call your driver now.”
DIRTY DEEDS
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